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			<title>untitled on purpose</title>
			<description>the closet has no air left in it</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/2005027/</link>
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			<title>permanent state of waking</title>
			<description>a familiar moment of loneliness and longing
fear of change but fear of staying the same</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/2005026/</link>
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			<title>Gloria</title>
			<description>an ode to tolerance, unity, equality and supporting each others voices</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/2005025/</link>
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			<title>The Abuser in Me</title>
			<description>the title says it... therapy is helping me see some less than pretty truths in myself.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/2002110/</link>
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			<title>Has anybody seen my...?</title>
			<description> (TRIGGER WARNING: Eating Disorders) </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/2000473/</link>
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			<title>The meaning of which will become clear... </title>
			<description>toes frozenhands numbi can barely hearover the roar of bloodrushing in my earsblinded as i am by tears                                                                          she speaksshe beseeches my answerbut the words elude me and i nod along mutelyma..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/2000254/</link>
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			<title>I am weak; I am strong</title>
			<description>free write for one minute
your opening statements are &quot;I am weak' and &quot;I am strong&quot;
go....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1997668/</link>
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			<title>jennifers</title>
			<description>go and read dietland. 
seriously.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1996978/</link>
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			<title>a feathered, jewelled bed</title>
			<description>The reason I loveAll the colours of the world in my homeIs because for so much of winterI never leave my bedUnless tempted outsideBy adventureOr dutyOr love&amp;nbsp;Outside is fearOutside is lossThe full weight of lonelinessHolding my handAs we wa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1995720/</link>
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			<title>love II</title>
			<description>However will I say &quot;I loveyou&quot;, again?Words that render me mute,terrifiedFalling into the memory ofyou as if you were a black holeBalled up in the corner,lights off, clutching the wall for comfort&amp;nbsp;I say &amp;ldquo;I love you&amp;rdquo; in myhead, just to test the water..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1993942/</link>
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			<title>Better never means better for everyone</title>
			<description>I wrote this midway through watching the Handmaid's Tale; considering the parallels, and the possibilities, and the truths already inherent. It's not total fiction at all, is it? </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1993894/</link>
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			<title>invisible woman</title>
			<description>Rejection! Rejection at every turn!Not a single action Followed by a thank you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Awell doneI a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1992229/</link>
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			<title>Midnight hostage</title>
			<description>When you escape into partying, drugging, clubbing to erase memories and numb the hell out of difficult emotions </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1991550/</link>
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			<title>Definitions</title>
			<description>The language we use to define, to describe... It's powerful </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1990454/</link>
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			<title>karmic retribution</title>
			<description>sending thanks to the universesending love to the massessending joy to my loverssending reverence to karmaa b***h she may bebut tonightshe is mine.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1989952/</link>
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			<title>endings</title>
			<description>endings you float pastendings you embraceendings you tolerate but never engage withendings you rebel and rail againstendings foisted upon youendings chosen gleefullyendings chosen with the heaviest of hearts&amp;nbsp;no ending the samereverence required, and yet, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1989951/</link>
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			<title>Fear of change</title>
			<description>All of those lossesThe breaks the bumps the kicksAt once set upon you.Mad monkeyDog bitingShoulderblade scarringBliss elusive finalityThat exists only infinitely.You yearn to shake it offBut history Wont Let you</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1989950/</link>
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			<title>For some c*nt I once knew; For some c*nt I once loved.</title>
			<description>(I bid you a final farewell
I bid you a single final thought
That is all you deserve
That is all you earned
Karma will finish her job
Your ineptitude guarantees the rest)
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1989949/</link>
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			<title>Bleakest winter skin</title>
			<description>An angry angry petulant day where I wanted to burn the whole world down.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1989918/</link>
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			<title>And calm descends</title>
			<description>Silence is less dauntingThe clear air no longer bitesWind caresses, brushes gently&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Notattacking,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1989915/</link>
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			<title>A love letter to a friend</title>
			<description>Sometimes friends need space to grow, distance to reflect, solitude to appreciate.
Plus, you really f*****g upset me, I need some time away, and you need to think about how you treat your loved ones </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1989913/</link>
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			<title>Depression is... </title>
			<description>The sumptuous perfume of baking bread taunting with the truth that you will never taste.  The playful warmth of a sunny day that will only ever scald and blister your sensitive skin.  A symphony of angelic strings piercing your eardrums with a thousand needles, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1989911/</link>
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			<title>A letter to the end</title>
			<description>Not a suicide note; maybe an ode to passive suicidality and wanting it all to be over.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1989910/</link>
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			<title>First weeks, new challenges, old foes</title>
			<description>Tired Tired like you earned it, like you learned it Pushing yourself gently  Hearing your parent's voice Letting yourself sit and rest But standing up straight away as the excitement, like sugarcane through your veins Rains energy down upon you.  Seize that day Seize that hour  Rest only when in rep..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1989908/</link>
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			<title>The Ophelia dimming (London in a sandstorm)</title>
			<description>First, Ophelia turned the sun red,  Then she stole all the light.  The cars slammed and smashed, The earth groaned and winced, The people fought and bickered.  Night crept out from the shadows,  Beckoned from beyond by the seductive strains of chaos</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1989907/</link>
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			<title>Remembering</title>
			<description>Running backwards through time In my mind I arrive at that place A drink upon the table	A drink I am too young to drink My cousin, my guardian, flits idly by	Fawning in the adoration and attention		Of others So to you I am boundFloppy haired, young Mayall I am drawn to you, your fatherly youth&amp;ldquo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1989906/</link>
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			<title>Avoidance</title>
			<description>Pressing pause on memory Stopping the flow of fresh formed thoughts Freezing yourself in numbest limbo Cramming your mind full of tv candy, visual valium, music that speaks from ages past Just to avoid your here and now. And when you remove that plug Wait for the gush, the incoming tide, the tsunami..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1989904/</link>
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			<title>Closure</title>
			<description>Closure is not the slamming door.&amp;nbsp; Closure is not the bitter, brutal end, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The rattling hinge, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The echoing cracks, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anashowkat/1989902/</link>
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